My Wife Bet on My Broken Heart
When Yasmin Smith comes to the courthouse to pick me up from work, she suddenly hands me a copy of her marriage certificate.
"To tell you the truth, our marriage certificate is forged. I was just messing with you when I told you that I wanted to remarry you."
Before I can register the news, Yasmin produces a brand new—and certified—copy of her other marriage certificate. She's already smiling bashfully.
"Last night, Zach embraced me and kissed me throughout the night. It felt so good that I couldn't resist him at all. So, we ended up getting our marriage registered for real."
I feel nothing but chills seeping through my pores thanks to Yasmin's second betrayal.
As I stare at her in disbelief, I feel my voice starting to quiver. "Why?"
"Because you're dumb."
Yasmin chuckles lightly as she taps a finger on my face, which is starting to go pale.
"Previously, it took you three years to find out about my affair with Zach. That's why I made another bet with him to see how long it'd take you to realize that I'm cheating on you again."
Her gaze lands on the hickey decorating my neck, which has yet to fade away. Then, she shrugs at me.
"Zach thought that it'd take you one year. That's why I slipped up many times purposefully over the year. But I've already grown tired of acting, and yet you never picked up a single clue.
"Today is the last day of the bet. I want Zach to win, so I have no choice but to come clean to you."